Angel investor in the One Piece world

Chapter 31 The Execution Platform

Ace was lying; his dream wasn't to become the Pirate King.

The seeds did not condense.

Of course, it's unclear whether orange-tier characters are qualified to dream of becoming the Pirate King Damian.

But he was almost certain that this wasn't Ace's dream.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so captivated by the white-bearded man that he would have willingly allowed him to become king.

Everyone looked bewildered. Whether it was Uncle Barto or the four members of the Spade Pirates, they all looked back and forth between Damian and Ace with blank expressions.

"Wait! Brother! What does that mean?!"

Bartolomeo couldn't help but slam his fist on the table and stand up. "Goll? D? You mean, this guy is the son of the Pirate King?"

"Wait, wait, wait! Isn't the Pirate King's surname Gold? Gold Roger!"

Deus chimed in, "And although Ace's name does have a 'D' in it, his real name is Portgas D. Ace!"

Uncle Talon gave Ace a deep look, as if observing his appearance. He spoke slowly, "The old people in Loguetown all know that Roger's full name is Gold D. Roger. Gold is probably a pseudonym used by the government to hide something."

"Upon closer inspection, Mr. Ace does indeed look very much like Roger when he was young."

Although he had never met Roger when he was young, there was a difference of about twenty years in age.

However, he had seen many photos of Roger when he was young. Roger was very good at making friends, and he still had many old friends in Loguetown. It was perfectly normal for them to have photos together.

Deus swallowed hard and looked at Ace.

No way?

"I am Portgas D. Ace!"

Ace slammed his right hand heavily on the table, flames erupting from the back of his hand. He said, enunciating each word clearly, "It has absolutely nothing to do with that bastard!"

It really is!

Deus knew Ace too well; one look at his reaction told him that Damian was telling the truth.

My head is spinning. My captain is actually the son of the Pirate King?

"Hey, Ace, you really are—"

Skar was very excited.

His dream is to gather information on the great pirates.

And the Pirate King is naturally the greatest legendary figure on the sea!

"Skar! Shut up!"

Miss Boncy slammed her hand on the table and shouted angrily.

Skar paused, then suddenly noticed Ace's gloomy face. He instantly understood and fell silent.

"Alright, Mr. Portgas D. Ace,"

Damian, of course, knew Ace's attitude towards Roger, and he readily agreed, "I'm curious, since you hate Roger so much, why do you aim to become the Pirate King?"

We need to figure out what Ace is trying to do first.

Ace replied matter-of-factly, "I want to surpass that man!"

"I see."

Damian nodded slightly.

It turns out that he himself didn't know what he wanted to do.

"Mr. Ace, have you seen the execution platform of the Pirate King?"

Damian suddenly asked.

Why are you suddenly bringing this up?

Diuss was a little stunned; the topic had changed too quickly.

"I originally wanted to go see it."

Ace said casually.

Oh, so you took the drug just as you were about to go see the execution platform, and then you were caught and brought back?

"After that banquet,"

Damian laughed and said, "How about we go take a look at the execution platform?"

"what?"

Ace was somewhat bewildered, but ultimately did not refuse.

After all, we were going to see it anyway.

After the banquet, Damian, Barto, and several members of the Spade Pirates set off together in a carriage.

On the way, Ace seemed to remember something and asked, "Damian, what's with the medicine I took before? Are you selling fake drugs? I heard that just one pill can surpass that bastard!"

Everyone knew who the bastard he was referring to was.

Barto burst out laughing immediately, laughing so hard he was doubled over.

Deus and his two companions were completely bewildered; they didn't even know that Ace had been poisoned.

Damian was a very composed person, so even when he heard something so funny, he didn't laugh. He said gently, "Gangli Pill is a new drug that has just been launched by my Moretti Pharmaceutical Company. Its main function is to treat male erectile dysfunction, such as insufficient endurance."

"The effect is excellent, so if the Pirate King doesn't use any special techniques, surpassing him shouldn't be a problem."

"what?"

Deus couldn't help but look at Ace.

Ace, you bastard!

Do you also want to surpass your father in this aspect?

"Ace?"

The cook, Bangsi, reacted even more strongly, "You...you...you're only seventeen!"

Skar's face turned bright red; he finally understood.

"what?"

Ace looked completely bewildered.

Dios sighed and explained it to him.

"What?!"

Ace's incredulous screams echoed from inside the carriage.

"Mr. Ace, remember to take one at a time from now on," Damian kindly reminded him.

"I don't need it!"

Soon, they arrived at the execution platform.

Although it was afternoon, the square was still very crowded.

It should be said that many people come to see the execution platform every day.

The crowd stood in a line beneath the tall iron frame.

"Is this where the Pirate King died?"

Boncy craned his neck, looking at the platform. "It's not splendid at all."

"What attracts people is never the platform itself, but the people who died on it and the things that happened here."

Damian said with a hint of reminiscence, "That was nineteen years ago. The Great Pirate Era began here."

"Mr. Damian,"

Diuss asked with a hint of suspicion, "Did you witness all of this yourself?"

Damian nodded gently. "I was one year old then."

"One year old?"

Skar's lips twitched slightly.

"I am special."

Damian casually remarked, then looked at Ace, "Mr. Ace, would you like to go up and take a look?"

"No, please?"

Deus quickly said, "It will attract the navy."

"With me here, it won't happen."

Damian smiled.

"..."

Diuss was astonished. Was this the lingering power of the local bully in Loguetown?

Ace leaped with all his might, jumping directly onto the platform, which was more than ten meters high.

Damian then flew up.

The people in the square were all surprised by this.

You should know that the navy patrolling the square does not allow anyone to climb the execution platform.

But the navy remained unmoved.

"Was this the view he saw before he died?"

Ace looked around and muttered to himself.

"Does Mr. Ace hate Roger?"

"That guy is a piece of trash. Isn't it because he started the Great Pirate Era that the whole world is in chaos?" Ace sneered.

"This is indeed the worst era in eight hundred years. Pirates are so numerous that they keep people up at night."

Damian agreed.

His agreement, however, did not bring Ace any joy. He muttered to himself, "If that guy had never been born into this world in the first place, would the world be a better place?"

Although he was talking about Roger, Damian knew that Ace was talking about himself.

This guy has a strong tendency to self-destruct.

"In that case,"

Damian said, "Go and change the world, Ace."

"What?"

Ace was stunned, then looked at Damian in disbelief. "What nonsense are you talking about! Why would I do something like that?"

"Since you think Roger made the world a mess, then go and make it a good one."

Ace's forehead veins bulged. "So, what does this have to do with me? What that guy did is none of my business, why should I do anything about it?"

"But Ace,"

Damian looked at him. "You're clearly telling me that you care a lot, that you care a lot about Roger, about the impact he had on the world, and about your relationship with him."

"..."

Ace suddenly fell silent.

Everyone is born free! He is free to do what he wants! Whether it's right or wrong, he ultimately bears the consequences himself!

Damian said nonchalantly, "I think Roger was a remarkable man! The Great Pirate Era was an era for dreamers! Everyone could dream their own dreams!"

"Of course,"

Ace said with a hint of sarcasm, "After all, you invest in dreams."

Damian acted as if he hadn't heard, and simply said, "So Ace, it's okay if you feel like you were born with sins. There's no need to insist that you have nothing to do with it. You can accept it as you please; that's also a kind of freedom."

Ace's body suddenly jolted.

His eyes were filled with shock as he looked at Damian.

What's wrong with this guy?

It's almost like they can read minds.

He told himself countless times that what that guy did had nothing to do with him, and that he was free!

However, every time I hear someone cursing that guy, I can't help but wonder if my birth was the right thing to do.

Accept it calmly.

For the first time, Ace was so bewildered.

Even when the old man told him his true identity that day, he had never been so at a loss.

"True freedom is doing what you want to do."

Damian said, "Instead of constantly claiming to be freer than anyone else, only to be bound by invisible chains, entangled, hesitant, and indecisive."

"If you feel you have let the world down, then make amends; if you feel guilty, then atone for your sins; if you think Roger did a bad job, then do it better than him."

"Isn't it that simple?"

Is that fallacy?

perhaps.

However, it should still be quite effective.

because.

"You're right, Damian!"

Ace's eyes gradually brightened. "It's that simple!"

It's such a simple thing.

How come I still haven't figured it out after all these years?

Above his head, orange light condensed into a seed.

then.

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